Word: nameless
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...family that gradually emerged from Author Scott's scrutiny of these nameless photographs, none at first sight was either attractive or unusual. The father, upper middleclass, Boer War vintage, was spoiled, conservative, selfish, in trade (kippers) but with the pretensions of a gentleman. His wife's buxomness had hardened into armor plate. Tilly, who died young, became the family saint. Cora married a doctor, went to London. Meg simmered and soured into spinsterhood. Ethel, the best of the lot, rushed into marriage with a beef-eating young naval officer. Anemic Bertram got a job in India, toyed with...
...made by a general and three viscounts twanging bowstrings. A screen was set up behind the tub and behind the screen knelt Dr. Ichimura and Dr. Mikami -savants equivalent in Japan to the President of Harvard and the President of Yale. Into the tub went the Empire's nameless, seven-day-old Crown Prince (TIME, Jan. 1). While he was washed, the voices of the savants reading from ancient books were louder than the bowstrings. Clean after his first bath, the babe was swathed in a kimono of heavy white silk, the gift of Dowager Empress Sadako, most revered...
...over a decade the new sport remained a nameless Ballard Vale backlot pastime. Then Editor Foster decided to tell the world about it-chiefly because he wanted to boom the arms & ammunition business, get more advertising into his magazines. In February 1926 he launched a nation-wide promotional campaign, offered $100 for a name. The money went to a Montana rancher's wife who suggested "skeet," an obsolete word, probably Scandinavian, meaning "to shoot...
Strangest of all, most of the tales were true. So memorable was Queen Marie that Negroes still go by thousands to a nameless tomb in New Orleans' St. Louis Cemetery No. 3, scratch crosses on the crumbling cement and bricks. Official records list her as having been buried in her 80's in another tomb in St. Louis Cemetery No. 1, back of the Southern Railway's Terminal Station, in the heart of the oldtime redlight district. Many a Negro, an occasional white, still believes that if he scratches a cross on the nameless tomb...
...Reviews Co. That work still stands as an unchallenged monument to War Photographer Matthew Brady and his aides who also recorded the four-year struggle on some 7,000 wet plates that had to be developed five minutes after exposure. World War cameramen with their improved equipment remain nameless heroes. From the bottom of their portfolios were lifted such blood-curdling pictures as went into The Honor of It published last year by Brewer, Warren & Putnam as a frankly pacifist tract (TIME, March 21, 1932). Though The First World War contains half a dozen prints used in The Horror...